said, divesting himself of the last salad.
âPlease.â
âAs you are aware, on Miss Lucyâs recommendation, we have engaged a new maid to train for the kitchen. The girl is from the orphanage herself. Since she has not yet begun a full range of duties, the household would experience theleast unsettledness if we simply reassign her to the childâs care for the time being. She can always take up her kitchen training at a later date.â
Charlotteâs heart fell, though she hardly expected anything else. Sarah would be caring for her son. At least he was not being sent away in the morning, or even in the next few weeks.
âWe shall have to open the nursery and nannyâs quarters,â Flora said. âCharlotte can oversee that endeavor in the morning. I believe sheâs familiar with the resources available in the attic to outfit the rooms. The girl can look after him there. There may even be an old nursemaidâs uniform.â
âThen itâs settled.â Samuel dabbed his beard with his napkin. âI hope now we can return to a peaceful meal.â
Mr. Penard bowed slightly. âI deeply regret the intrusion and offer my sincerest apologies. You will be pleased to know that Mrs. Fletcher has baked a red velvet cake for your homecoming.â
âLucyâs favorite.â Violet nodded in pleasure. âWe shall have to enjoy it on her behalf.â
Charlotte eased out her breath, hoping for some relief of the pressure in her chest as she gripped the edge of the sink. She had not felt this ill in many months, but in between the waves assaulting her stomach came the realization that she had received the gift of time.
A hand on her shoulder made her gasp.
âCharlotte,â Archie Shepard said, âare you all right?â
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S arah set the baby on the cloth on the kitchen floor and turned a couple of chairs on their sides around him.
Mrs. Fletcher scowled. âWhat makes you think thatâs going to make him stay put?â
âI have to put him somewhere, and this is what we did before. Is breakfast ready yet?â
âI do not plan my menus around the needs of an infant. Weâre serving sausages, sweet rolls, and fruit.â
âHe doesnât have enough teeth for that,â Sarah said. âHe should have oatmeal again, I suppose.â
Mrs. Fletcher gestured toward the stove. âHelp yourself.â
âBut I havenât learned to cook yet. You were supposed to teach me. Thatâs why they sent me here.â Sarah glanced around the kitchen. âWhereâs Charlotte?â Sarah asked. That stupid maid would not let him starve.
âIâve sent her to the cellar for the dayâs vegetables.â
âMaybe Iâll just mash another banana then, and stir in some milk. We do have fresh milk, donât we?â
Mrs. Fletcher sighed but did not answer.
Sarah opened the icebox and removed a jar of milk. âWe must instruct the milkman to increase the daily order. Babiesdrink a lot of milk, and this one will be here for a few weeks at least.â
The cook spun and planted her fists on her hips. âYou will not tell me how to manage my kitchen.â
âI simply asked for milk for the baby.â Jar and bowl in hand, Sarah withdrew to the other end of the kitchen, a safe distance from the spatula Mrs. Fletcher wielded in one fist. âI suppose you were here in the days when there was a nursery. I do hope the furniture in the attic is suitable.â
âIt was good enough for the Banning children,â Mrs. Fletcher muttered. âIâve no doubt it will do for a temporary arrangement for a foundling.â
âHeâll need a proper high chair for feedings, and a carpet to play on. Of course, my bed will be in the room next to hisânot in the servantsâ quarters.â
The baby clattered against his chair-cage. The chair he used to pull himself up slid under his